Caught

Hope

I stirred awake, blinking slowly to adjust my eyes to the afternoon sun filtering in through the curtains. Ivy sat beside me, and at some point during my nap, I’d nestled my head in Ivy’s lap; her presence must have given me comfort and made me feel safe.

 She smiled down at me, stroking my hair gently as I woke. Seeing her face brought all the memories flooding back from earlier today. The panic when I heard her voice. I was scared that she’d catch me in the act again, though that was nothing to the terror of when the alarm rang.

They say in moments of true panic, your body’s fight or flight mode kicks in, but for me, I just froze still. Ivy had rushed into action, pushing me into gear and getting me out of the building. This proved to be anything but an easy feat. With a plug secure inside my ass for the first time, and a vibrator held in place by the panties I wore, navigating the chaos outside had proven difficult to say the least. If the fire had spread faster, I probably wouldn’t have made it out. Not without her..

“Thank you, Ivy.” I peered up at her, conveying my gratitude as much as I could with my gaze. “For everything today.”

Ivy nodded. I didn’t need to say any more. 

I tugged on my arms, feeling the cold, steel handcuffs dig into my skin. It felt beautiful to wake up restrained; it was something I wanted to do more often, and I needed to talk it over with Ivy.

“Hope.” Ivy started, cutting off my train of thought on how best to broach the subject with her. “I want you to know that I’m comfortable with this. Please don’t feel like you have to wait until you’re alone to tie yourself down anymore.”

“Thank you,” My voice broke as a tear formed. If my hands weren’t cuffed to the bed frame right now, I would hug her.

I eyed the plug and the vibrator sitting on my bedside table, triggering me to shiver from the overwhelming sensations from earlier today. It was so close, I had barely held myself together, and if I had failed, it would have been terrible for me. How would I face the students here at this college if nearly all of them had witnessed me crumbling on the field as an orgasm ripped through me? I could imagine a circle forming around me, watching as I writhed around on the floor, my own voice betraying me in desperate, uncontrollable cries.

The thought should have horrified me - but instead it made my clit throb, and I had to squeeze my thighs tight in an effort to dampen the arousal.

I reached up for the key, grabbing nothing but thin air. A brief sliver of panic made my heart flutter, but then I remembered I hadn’t tied myself; it had been Ivy.

“Looking for something?” Ivy grinned menacingly, holding up the keys between her fingers and jingling them in front of me.

She danced without music, reaching out to hold the keys within my reach, and then yanking them away as I went to grab them. I couldn’t help but giggle. I’d never really seen Ivy goof around like this before. 

The sudden urge to go to the toilet hit me, and I reached a little more desperately. Ivy hadn’t noticed my slight panic yet, but what if it got a bit worse and I had an accident? And why did it lowkey turn me on that my need to use the toilet hinged on Ivy?

“What’s wrong, Hope?” Ivy teased, clearly enjoying herself. I made a nervous motion that I needed to wee, and she grinned.

“Oh, you need to go?” Ivy continued dancing, her grin widening as she watched me bouncing desperately. The need to go was growing, and I was having to hold it in. “Why didn’t you say so? Maybe, you should ask nicely first.” 

I raised an eyebrow, and she mirrored my expression mockingly. Not only was I desperate, but the way she was acting was seriously affecting me. I waited for a moment until I realised she wasn’t joking.

“Please… unlock the cuffs?” My voice wavered as I struggled to hold it in.

“What for?” Ivy asked innocently, though the glint in her eyes told me she knew exactly why. Despite the desperation of the situation, the way she was acting didn’t annoy me. She was having fun at my expense, waiting for me to humiliate myself by asking her permission to wee. And the worst part was that I wanted to ask her. The thought of having to go through her for something so basic made my thighs clench together with need.

“Please…” I breathed, crossing my legs as I desperately held on. “Please… unlock me, I need to wee.” 

Ivy tapped her chin as she theatrically pondered my decision for a few seconds that seemed to last forever. When she finally unlocked the cuffs, I could see the marks they left behind, but I had little time to dwell on that now as I shot up and headed towards the bathroom.

“Wait.” Ivy’s voice was laced with authority, and despite everything, I stopped for her. “Go back and fetch your toys. What are you, some careless slut leaving them used and on display for all to see?”

Ivy’s condescending tone had me pouting with desire, my clit twitching longingly between my legs. She smirked at me as I went back to grab them and hurried back to the bathroom.

Relief flooded through me as I let it all go, but a different ache immediately took its place. Ivy hadn’t really been mad about the toys, but the way she mocked me had reignited the same fire that had burned while with her last night.

As I washed the toys, I felt a desire to put them back inside me. What was wrong with me? Sure, ever since the first time I saw that actress tied up on screen, I had been curious to try it myself. But now that I had, it wasn’t just curiosity anymore. It was a craving I couldn’t sate, threatening to drag me deeper and deeper down the rabbit hole.

“That’s a good girl, can’t have your dirty toys lying around, can you?”

I nodded quickly, my cheeks flushed, hearing her patronising tone.

I carried the toys to my bed, and Ivy smirked as I packed them away.

As much as I wanted to dive right back in and practice with the rope, I knew that I had an assignment to catch up with for class. The hood I bought the other day remained in its packaging, just begging me to open it and put it on. I craved to feel what it was like to be encased in that hood with my sight and sound cut off. 

Over the next couple of weeks, my time was exhausted by coursework and a new part-time job at the student bar. Unlike some of the other students, I was in the privileged position of having my student fees paid for by my parents, so this extra work on the bar allowed me to earn some money to treat myself and save a little. The downside was how little free time I had to continue my self-bondage journey.

I found little pockets of time to do quick and easy ties. As long as I didn’t use the toys, having my legs bound while I did the coursework actually helped me relax and focus. Ivy oversaw my every move, offering help when I needed an extra pair of hands. Now and then, she’d praise my work. ‘Good work’ or ‘Good Girl’. It sounded like she was babying me with the soft musical tone, but every time it made me smile, as if I had done her proud. I showed off each tie I had completed, and felt elated when she showed her approval.

With every scrap of praise, my confidence increased. I found myself searching to earn Ivy’s approval as often as I could. For her part, Ivy started to exert her dominance over me. It started slowly, getting me to do simple things for her that she could have done herself. Not once did I feel agitated at her requests. I’d go and grab something for her, or pour her a glass of water, and then sit and wait, wagging my tail for a metaphorical ‘pat on the head’. God, I was such a puppy dog type of girl for her.

Ivy’s command over me grew strong when she suggested that I start undressing when I come home and work on a new tie. She placed a cardboard box by the door, and the moment I stepped through the door and locked it behind me, she told me to strip down and put the clothes in the box.

As I slowly slipped the skirt from my hips and let it slide to the floor, I saw Ivy’s expression change. She savoured my obedience, enjoying watching me bend to her will, and even though I knew I was doing it, I didn’t want to stop. Ivy saw me. She knew exactly what to say to get me going, or to make me feel good about what I was doing - it made me want to do more for her.

The box by the door became symbolic. Each time I stepped inside, I stripped off all the stress and worries from outside this room and displayed myself for Ivy. It didn’t take long for it to feel natural walking around naked in her presence. I felt free in my submission to her, longing for more. 

The next time I had a Friday night off from work, I rushed home excitedly. Ivy had placed scented candles around the dorm room, the warm light flickering in the slight breeze coming in from the damaged window frame. As soon as I had stepped out of my clothes, Ivy emerged from the bathroom.

My jaw dropped as I watched her strut towards me wearing a black, latex dress. The straps of the dress wrapped around her slender neck, with a front cut out offering a window to her ample bosom. A zip on the front hinted at ease of access, and as she turned, I noticed the top of her back was open, with patterned mesh side and back panels woven together like a corset.

The pleated, wet-look skirt left little to the imagination, showing off the bottom of her perfectly firm and rounded behind, encased in some of the sexiest lingerie panties I’ve seen. Suspender straps hung from inside the skirt, holding up fishnet tights, topped with a wet-look, latex band at the top of her thighs.

The black, high-heeled boots, adorned with studs and chains, helped her tower over me even more than normal. When she stood barely a foot from where I stood, I couldn’t help but shrink back against the door, utterly captivated by her commanding presence.

Her hair fell in loose, flowing waves, freshly dyed with streaks of black and teal through vivid purple. And as she drew closer, I saw the vibrant makeup on her flawless face, complementing the tones of her hair.

“Hope.” Ivy breathed, her face close enough that I could feel her warm breath form goosebumps on my neck. “You know I cannot offer you love right now, but I also cannot ignore my feelings for you.” 

“Uh-huh,” My voice was weak as I held onto the door for support. 

“I would like to be a greater presence in your journey into submission, and I would like to offer you this choker to represent this.”

Ivy held out a thin leather strap, adorned with a small steel holder on the front, holding a steel ring. At the back, the choker was secured by a small, heart-shaped padlock.

“It’s not much, but it signifies that this is more than just a bit of ‘fun’ to me. While I’m not ready for a romantic relationship, I want to help mould you into the submissive you’re clearly meant to be.”

I eyed the choker, knowing the significance of what Ivy was offering. I knew she wasn’t looking for love right now; whatever had happened with Beatrice had seen to that. But then, neither was I. It had been just a few weeks since I’d finally got around to tying myself up, and I had so much more to discover. Having Ivy’s guidance would only help with that, and she had power over me already. This was a no-brainer, really.

“I accept, Ivy.” I’d spoken the words with such conviction, I’d never been sure of anything as much in my life.

“Thank you.” Ivy smiled warmly, pressing her hand firmly on my shoulder as I followed her lead and went down to my knees.

Gently, she placed her hand on my chin, lifting it carefully so I looked up at her. This goddess of a woman was perfect for me. I suddenly craved to be pressed between her thighs, under her weight as she made use of me. 

She bent over me, treating me to an up-close view of her voluptuous chest as she lifted my hair and placed the choker around my head. With the metallic click, I felt it lock in place. The gentle weight of the choker already felt reassuring, as if it signified the safety and comfort that Ivy offered.

Ivy kissed me gently on the head, instantly soothing me as she hooked a finger on the ring at the front of my choker and lightly pulled upwards, directing me to get back upon my feet.

She leaned down, and I had to tiptoe to reach her. Her lips, a shimmering purple, met mine, softly at first, but soon with an overwhelming passion. Our lips broke apart, and I caught my breath, the fruity taste lingering as I licked my lips longingly for the warmth of her lips to return. With one swift movement, she guided my arms to cross behind my back, and I offered no resistance. 

This position caused my chest to stick out, as if I was offering it to Ivy, and she accepted my invitation. She rubbed my nipples between her fingers, and they responded instantly as jolts of pleasure surged through me. I arched my body towards her, wincing from the sudden shock as she pinched down on them. Delicious pain interrupted the teasing sensations, pulsing through me rhythmically in line with the throbbing between my legs.

With a wry smile, Ivy tugged on my nipples, stepping back slowly as she guided me towards my bed. I stumbled after her, trying to keep up as my nipples stretched in her grip. I’d always been a bit weak when it came to handling pain, but this was different. It wasn’t just pain; it melted into pleasure, blurring the line between the two.

I stood beside the bed, my arms still behind my back as Ivy hadn’t instructed me to move them. Excited anticipation raced through me, eager to see where Ivy led me next. She reached into my not-so-secret bag of toys and emerged with the vibrator and the plug. The bottle of lubricant was squeezed generously over the plug, and I eyed it restlessly.

“Lean forward, Hope.” Ivy’s hand pressed against my back until I had bent down enough. “Now, put your hands on your cheeks, and spread them for me.”

I complied instantly, fully aware that I was displaying my body as if it were ready for inspection. The cold tip of the lubed-up plug pressed against my tight hole. A shiver rippled through me, betraying. Eager to feel it inside me again, I spread a little further. 

Slowly, the tip of the plug pushed inside me. I could feel my tightness surrounding it, fighting the intrusion at first, but then stretching to allow it in as Ivy slowly pushed it in and out. I gasped when the widest part stretched me open before it finally slipped into place, leaving me full inside.

Ivy kept her hand placed on my back, and I remained bent over with my arms crossed behind my back as she inspected my plugged ass.

“Such a pretty adornment.” Ivy cooed. I felt her press against the plug, slowly nudging it while it was buried inside me. The sensation felt so good that I wondered what it would feel like if it reached deeper inside. 

Without warning, Ivy slapped my ass cheek, causing a sharp pain to shock through me. I clenched my ass cheeks, clamping down on the plug inside as the pain rippled through me. Damn, that felt good.

She returned to fiddling with the plug inside me while tracing her fingers smoothly between my legs. Her touch felt like a soft electric current, teasing for what was to come. I closed my eyes, enjoying the delectable sensations flowing through me, when suddenly I felt a sharp pain on my other cheek as the loud sound of Ivy slapping my ass reverberated around the room.

I felt my cheeks warm from the impact as the sudden pain dulled. There was no time to register what was happening as Ivy immediately returned to caressing my clit, brushing her fingers faintly against it. With her other hand, she reached for my nipples, twiddling them gently between her fingers. 

“Open,” Ivy spoke gently, but laced with authority as she held up the fingers caressing my clit to my mouth. I could already feel how wet I had become from her attention, and now I could taste it. Sucking on them greedily, I savoured the taste. Musky, salty, but also sweet. It tasted good, though not as good as I remembered Ivy tasting.

With her fingers lubricated, she pressed against my tight hole, pushing two fingers slowly inside. My mouth dropped, looking at her longingly as I felt her inside me, slowly probing deeper, before easing them back out again.

This time, Ivy slapped both cheeks five times in quick succession, alternating between the two. I was only prepared for the first hit; the other two came as a surprise, and the stinging pain bit deep through the haze of pleasure, making it so much more intense.

“So pretty.” Ivy soothed, pointing for me to check out my reflection in the mirror behind me. The gem sparkled in the light, but the cheeks surrounding the plug had turned a deep shade of red. I could swear I saw the angry, red outline of Ivy’s handprint.

“Thank you.” I breathed, genuinely grateful for all she had given me, and it seems she wasn’t done there.

When I turned back to face Ivy, she was holding up the black, latex mask I had repurchased a couple of weeks back. I nodded excitedly, and Ivy grinned at my enthusiasm. She placed the hood over my head, the latex instantly clinging to my skin as she filtered my hair into a ponytail to pass through the hole at the top of the hood. The zip at the back of the mask was closed, and I felt it hug my head. The padded sides muffled sounds, though they didn’t cut them out entirely.

I felt Ivy hook a finger through the ring on my choker, and I leaned towards her as she tugged. She led me up onto the bed and cuffed my hands behind my back. Next, she picked up the vibrator and slid it inside me with ease.

“My, you are quite the excitable little pet, aren’t you?” Ivy taunted, holding her slick finger to my mouth for me to taste myself again. I sucked her finger clean, looking deep into her eyes. With a wicked smile, she waved her hand before she clipped the blindfold attachment to the hood.

Suddenly, there was nothing but darkness. The sound of my own breathing filled my mind, the hood doing a great job of blocking out the quieter sounds. I was suddenly conscious of every startling touch, my own skin sensitive to every slight contact.

A sharp pain erupted from my ass as Ivy spanked my ass, but with it, she switched on the vibrator nestled inside me. The rumbles caressed my clit, balancing out the pleasure with the pain. 

“Please.” I panted as Ivy paused. “Don’t stop.” 

Was I actually begging her to hurt me? I couldn’t stop the words from escaping my lips, and nor did I want to. It wasn’t just the way the pain made me feel; it was the control she exerted over me, and it was how it made me feel inferior. It all drew together in an intense sensation that told me how much I craved this. I trusted her to guide me through this, to ensure I don’t get too overwhelmed by all that was going on.

“Don’t stop what?” Ivy teased. “What are you asking of me, Hope?”

“Please.” My cheeks grew warm at what I was asking of her. “Please slap my ass more.”

Ivy didn’t hesitate, and within seconds, I felt the palm of her hand crack against my ass, each slap stinging more than the last as I felt the heat radiate from my cheeks.

It wasn’t until Ivy stopped that I realised my legs were trembling. She brushed her hands against my tender skin, admiring her handiwork as I took in a deep breath.

My heart skipped a beat as it felt like I was falling, but it was just Ivy positioning me to lie on my front. Ivy gently lifted my feet so that my knees bent, and I felt the rough scratch of the rope wrapping around my ankle. Ivy placed two fingers between the rope and my skin before tying the knot, ensuring it wasn’t too tight, and then pulled on the rope, causing me to feel the stretch in my quads before finishing the tie by connecting it to my cuffs.

As I rocked gently on my front, I relished in the restraint. I would never have been able to do a tie like this myself, and I was now truly at Ivy’s mercy. There was no escaping this without her help.

I flexed my muscles, testing the bindings, and I was truly trapped. I was balanced on my stomach, legs bent, and my ankles pulled taut to the cuffs around my wrists. If I leaned forward, I felt the strain on my quads, whereas if I rocked back, the strain was on my shoulders. The predicament was beautiful. I loved how even while restrained like this, I was still able to choose how I handled it. I grew to love the latex hood more with every passing second. It was a snug fit, and I adored how effective it was at cutting out sound and sight. I saw some earplugs that fit the hood in the shop to cut out external sounds. I was going to have to get those as well.

I felt Ivy get onto the bed and sit in front of me. She rested her legs on either side of my body and shifted me closer to her. The musky scent of her arousal was mouth-watering, and I stuck my tongue out eagerly like an addict about to get their fix.

I was rewarded with her taste as she shifted me a little closer. Without my arms or legs free to balance, I found the full weight of my face leaning against her smooth sex, and I buried my tongue inside her, taking solace in the warmth between her legs. There was no indication at first of how I was doing. Without sight or sound, I swirled my tongue blindly, caressing her engorged clit and delving deeper inside her, praying that I was doing a good enough job to impress her. Every lick became a plea for her approval.

Ivy’s hand pressed against the back of my head, pushing me in deeper. Smothered between her legs, I doubled my efforts, feeling my mind wander into euphoria as she intoxicated me with her taste and scent. As she released her grip, I took a deep breath, greedily taking in some air before her legs encircled my face again.

Not once did I feel panicked. I trusted her entirely. I felt her legs tremble from the work of my tongue, and I couldn’t help but feel a little proud. She responded by turning the vibrator up to its maximum setting. Despite the overwhelming sensations as it pulsed against my clit, I focused hard on continuing to bring her pleasure as the rising pressure bubbled up inside me. It would be so easy to give in, to stop and ride the pleasure to climax, but it mattered more to me that Ivy was first. With one deep breath, I pushed my face deep into her, delving in deep and working up a frenzy with my tongue.  

Clearly, I was doing something right. Ivy’s legs trembled as they closed in, smothering me. I felt her hand grip my hair, pulling it painfully before pushing me closer.

I felt her convulse with unbridled pleasure while I barely managed to contain my own. It rose to my chest, threatening to erupt past my defences, but I held on. The effort made me light-headed, though that could have been from being trapped between her legs. Suddenly, I felt her grip release, and I gasped for air. My whole body was shaking, and it occurred to me that I was whimpering pathetically. Ivy pulled on the side of my hood, creating a gap between the padded side and said just four words. 

“Cum for me, pet.”

At the sound of her voice, I stopped fighting the tsunami of pleasure and let it flow through me. For a moment, I was disconnected from my surroundings as raw pleasure ripped through my entire being. 

Feeling dizzy, I panted, feeling content as I rested my head against her thigh. Ivy stroked my head, giving me a moment to recover before slowly removing my hood.

The cool evening air brushed against my clammy face. I hadn’t even noticed how hot and sticky it had been under there, but I had loved every moment of it. Ivy had been brushing her hands slowly through my hair, and she put a hand on my cheek. 

“Great work, Hope. You done good.” 

Through my exhaustion, I beamed at her. It was only a small thing, but her words meant everything.

“Thank you.” I croaked, my throat dry.

Ivy slowly unfastened the rope, rubbing her hands softly against the marks it left on my skin. I stretched out, feeling the welcome relief through my muscles. 

Carefully, I went to stand, holding onto Ivy for balance as my legs wobbled. Facing the mirror, I did a little spin, admiring the rope marks and my reddened ass. My cheeks were red, my eyes dancing with joy through the exhaustion. 

Ivy patted on the bed, and I snuggled in beside her, wrapping myself in her warmth. She may be worried that she couldn’t offer me love, but for now, this was more than enough for me.

“Thank you,” I whispered, slowly drifting off as she stroked my hair.